Too much hypocrisy in this old southern town for meWay back in 1619 began this tragic storyThrown into slavery the crime was the color of skinNever to see the light of the past again[Chorus:]I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my songI wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shameI wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the wayI wanna go where the wind calls my nameThe wind is calling India India IndiaIt's a typical Savannah daySo I take my guitar to the park and I playSitting up under the live oak treeThe strangest feeling came over meIs this the tree where my brother was hung?Is this the ground where is body was burnt?God gave to me the gift of song so I dedicate this one[chorus]Superiority, who have you better than meWasting precious time on racist mentalityThis is only the beginningbecause we'll be pushing up daisies in the endingSpirit knows no color either you're a hater or a lover[chorus]